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Trapped by Meagan Cahuasqui
We rolled over under the sheets, coming face to face
eyes closed, breathing in and out. We lay too still
for two people sleeping. It was a charade,
and we both knew how good we were at that.
My sun-highlighted red curls tangled and intertwined
in a mess against the wrinkled pillow case under my head
while your stark white blonde coiffure didn’t budge an inch
or let a stray strand get out of line. Fire and ice were never meant
to coexist. My love, I exhale wordlessly, I don’t love you anymore.
Can’t you see? You inhale sharply, but don’t hear a thing.
Your jasmine scent lingers in my nose and for a moment
there’s the old sensation of longing, the gasping and grasping
for air as we get tangled in each other’s arms. Now,
we only grasp for the air between these lungs and nothing more.
My love, what are we holding on to? Silence. And then, I hear it.
It’s a silent cry, but oh the whaling rings in my ears, your plea to be released.
I breathe it in and answer with a sigh of relief, an exhalation. Go, be free.
A minute, and then the weight of your body on the mattress next to me
floats away like a passing breath.
fantastic poem, Meagan. Thank for sharing.
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